So, apparently, my brilliant escape wasn't as brilliant as I'd planned, because he ran after me.
He caught up with me in no time, but, I must admit, running through the Firelord's palace isn't something a girl gets to do every day. Especially not while being pursued by a not-so-bad-looking fire prince. This is starting to sound like a really weird fantasy, isn't it? Well it didn't turn out that way, I promise.
"Come on, tell me!" he begged. I shook my head. He grabbed my wrist gently so I wouldn't take off again which, I must say, I had been contemplating.
"You're making a big deal out of nothing," I told him with a giggle invading my tone.
"I know, so just tell me."
When I refused he pulled me closer by my wrist; I could smell him now, and he smelled wonderfully of rain.
And so this is the part where we kiss and fall in love and live happily ever after, right?
Unfortunately, that's incredibly incorrect.
Out of seemingly nowhere strolls none other than my mother. Shang dropped my wrist instantly, seemingly embarrassed. I found it amusing, really. My mother just gave us a look, then told us to meet everyone in the dining hall soon because it was time for breakfast.
"So what was it?" Shang asked, after my mother was out of earshot.
"You'll find out eventually," I sighed, then went off to prepare for breakfast.
At that time I realized how odd it must have looked to my mother that I was still in my night clothes…
I'm not a floozy I swear.